She floats amongst the dragonflies,
darting through thick Summer skies,
that she’s only seen in hardcover books.
Her beautiful brown eyes
trace their invisible white lines to
Chemtrails Over the Country Club.
She calls me sugar, but it’s her name
that is the sweetest of all words to touch
my tongue, and curve my lips to smile.
Her arrival is marked in the heavens.
Not in spite of, but because of our
wills that are as free as honey bees.
I know I won’t have to wait much more.
Then and only then will my life truly begin,
As simply as I once wrote before.
She knew me before I knew myself
because she saw me in her future.
And I’ve only become who I am
thanks to the love in her presence.
-R.P.D. Sanders